Ticking Away.
Dawn hangs on the trees, light slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's many acres
turns torpor to forced activity and over-paints
surprise on slumber's hue
before sunrise leaps in to move bleary dreamers
to wide-awake doers.
Day breaks to bathe passive eyes with forewarning
for night's hold precedes
flashes of conscious morning sight while inertia's
Morpheus- stupor
casts veils around seeing as breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.
Brain mistakes proactive whispers for the authentic
when shaken sense rouses
to feel Heaven's infinity ticking away rested hours,
yet making richer the few
seconds remaining for drowsy flight's treasure as
time hooks day to its use.
Mind caught and yawns yield as sleep forms wake
to lever me up and away.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2018 03:14
- Comment from author about the poem: A bit of poetic play on words. Hope you enjoy,
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Comments3
BEAUTIFUL FAY ~ An awesome plethora of words woven to capture perfectly that "wakin' up mornin' feelin'" Thanks for sharing ~ made me smile ~ that's me every day ! Every one of of you delectable poems ameliorates this lovely SITE. Please check SUMMER HOLIDAYS a collaboration with MAXINE ~ thanks ~ Yours as always ~ BRIAN
A fine write Fay.
Wonderful write Fay, your command of language is superb.
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